Days go by with relative ease, time flows and monotony abounds
The grind required to appease, suffused through life the stagnance resounds
Alone with my thoughts I inscribe this futile verse that beckons me so
To the shadows I will ascribe, my insufferable poetic flow.
These days I lack the ambition to forge a new trail in the unknown
So I repeat my bland action in an effort to flee what I've sewn
And I consistently abjured the emotions that once compelled me
Such sentiments I once adored have at some point ceased to be
Moments like these still surprise me and conjure these ideas afresh
And leave me infused with the need to share with the masses and the mess
SO LEND ME YOUR EARS... your eyes.. and... well your other perceptory tools
You can all observe me this night whilst I join with other drunken fools.